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Limewah's Hypnovember 2022

Story IX

No Distance, We Are One

Prompts : Parasite/Virus, Long Distance, One for All

Commissioned by Zonkboy

With thanks to Hyenaface for the Prompts

18+

Kolt's eyes were so ready to fall closed. He was going to fall deep asleep any second now. But he kept resisting the urge.

He'd have to stop staring at his boyfriend if he closed his eyes. The reddish-copper-furred fox did not want to do that under any circumstances. Not when the beautiful peach-coloured magpie was so easy to stare at.

"You look tired," Song said. "You should probably rest."

The bird's eyes were starting to flutter, and his beak was hanging open too.

"You first," Kolt said with a grin. About 6 seconds later, Song laughed. The latency was a bitch.

This 'no you hang up' sort of back-and-forth was childish, maybe, but it was just part of their love language. Since meeting him on a dating app while they were in the city on a work thing, Kolt could not get Song out of his head, and the feeling was very much mutual. There was a giddiness to their love affair.

"I can't wait to see you again," Song said.

"You're coming back soon, right?" Kolt shifted and wrapped himself around his comforter; he was treating it like he was spooning with his songbird.

"Of course," Song said, shifting in his own covers as if to mirror his long-distance boyfriend. "I'm g... oing..."

His voice elongated, turning harsh and robotic. Kolt sighed. Another connection hiccup. A common thing thanks to their distance.

"You're breaking up," Kolt said.

"To... sendyouagiftinthe-oh? Oh! Great, I think I'm back."

"What was that about a gift?"

"Oh... you'll find out. I think the internet's gonna keep cutting out, so I'm gonna let you go honey, okay?"

"Nnh... All right." Kolt sighed. "Love you."

"Love you too. We'll get rid of the distance soon."

Song touched the screen with his beak, a soft little tap, and the call ended. The screen went dark, dropping Kolt into pitch blackness once again. Rather than start scrolling, he dropped the phone onto his pillow, sighed, and tried to drift off to sleep.

There was something on his mind that kept him up. A question that had started to burn in his mind for quite a while.

When am I gonna tell him?

There was a secret he'd kept close to his chest, one he kept from everyone in his 'normal' life. His alter ego called Kitsune, his secret life as a superpowered hero. It was too dangerous to share with anyone who lacked superpowers or any other method of defence. He didn't want anyone in his life to get hurt.

But... something about Song felt safe. Something about the bird made him feel like he could share it.

It was killing him, in spite of all his protocols and better judgement. He would have to tell him eventually; it'd be too hard to keep it from him.

He'd tell them when they were together again.

-

When the strange little package arrived, Kolt's suspicions about it vanished the moment he saw who it was from. When he opened it, he found a note, along with a small pouch of dry flakes.

"A little gift for you," it said. "It's something from my home. Stick this in a bowl of water and it'll grow on its own. You'll love it. I love you so much, my fox.

"-Your Song."

A giddy flutter carried the fox to the kitchen, where he grabbed the biggest bowl he could find and poured the desiccated clumps into it. There was no apparent initial reaction aside from a slight fizz and bubble. The water seemed to be changing colour, a dark green dye blooming from the flakes as they were saturated. Kolt wasn't sure if he was meant to stir it, or just leave it as it was.

He thought of shooting Song a message or trying to call him - the bird didn't respond very quickly, though. Perhaps it would be better to just leave it; the instructions didn't tell him that there was anything he shouldn't do, so it was probably best to leave it.

It was then that he heard a familiar pinging buzz from his wrist watch. The little pager was vibrating and chiming. Code 330. A bank robbery? The third one this week. It really was in fashion at the moment.

With a sigh, Kolt left the kitchen and hurried to his bedroom's secret chamber to suit up.

By the time 'Kitsune' had left on his assignment, the flakes had settled into a clump at the base of the bowl.

-

The bank robbery wasn't a quick in-and-out job; between the initial robbery, the chase of the culprits, and -as it turned out - the thwarting of a doomsday cult's plot, it was dark by the time Kolt got home. Before he even changed out of his gear, he checked on the kitchen and the bowl.

Not only was there no trace of the flakes, there was no trace of water, either, like it had all evaporated.

"Oh no..." 'Kitsune' raced to the bowl and dragged his finger along the inside of the bowl; it was totally bone-dry. Whatever had happened, he'd completely missed it.

Dejected, he sluggishly dragged himself to the bedroom, not feeling a strong desire to throw off his uniform. He only deigned to remove the red helmet with its translucent blue visor before face-planting into the bed, with a heavy squish.

He'd barely settled in when he heard the familiar jingle - a ring tone he'd set just for Song. Or rather, one Song had made for him. While on a first listen it sounded kind of strange and tuneless, by now the fox didn't really 'listen' to it. He just let the polyphonic wave of sound crash over him. He loved it. It always put him in a good mood.

He stroked the screen, and a moment later, the songbird was there, smiling at him. It was brighter than usual, and there was an excited grin on his face. Kolt smiled back, his face half-sunken into his pillow.

"There you are, sleepyhead!"

"Hi..." Kolt waved. It occurred to him he was still wearing his white gloves, but Song didn't pass any comment. There seemed to be something else on his mind; he was cutting to the chase.

"I was wondering if you'd gotten my gift today..."

"I did..." Kolt said.

"So.. what did you think?"

"I..."

Kolt couldn't lie. He could already see Song's expression change, those big eyes filling with confusion, and concern.

"I put the flakes in some water, and I stepped out for a... little bit. And when I got back, it was gone."

"Oh..." Song looked crestfallen, and a little concerned. "That's okay. You didn't have any open doors or windows, right?"

"Uh... no?" Kolt laughed a little. "Why?"

"That's good, that's good." Song nodded. "Just sit tight for a moment, okay? Don't go anywhere. It'll find you."

"...What'll find me?"

Something dripped onto Kolt's face, something cold with the consistency of thin gel.

He looked up to catch a glimpse of something pulsating and slithering just above him on the ceiling.

He was able to make out a pale puce colour and several tongues from a beaked mouth before it dropped right on top of him like a slab of raw meat. It was about the size of his fist, but had the consistency of a thick gel. It covered his face, and his paws reflexively grabbed and scrabbled at it. It squished against his touch like a dampened water balloon. It seemed to avoid his mouth, though, allowing him to breathe - and more importantly, to shout. Not the best time to reveal his secret, but Song would be able to help him.

"Song! SONG!" he yelled as he scrabbled. "Quick, I n-need you to call-"

"Just let it happen, love," Song said. "This is that gift I told you about."

The tendrils wrapped around Kolt's head, but he was able to get his fingers underneath and pull it back, the tongues stretching like melted cheese. He managed to glimpse Song's face on the screen.

He was smiling. Not a hint of panic.

"Once you let it in - let me in - our life is going to be so much easier."

He was mind controlled. That had to be it.

"Song... snap out of it!" It was a long shot, but maybe his voice could penetrate through whatever hold was over -

Penetrate was a very accurate word.

The creature pressed into Kolt's face once again, its beak resting on the bridge of Kolt's nose.

The tongues unwrapped from around him and found a new target - each of his ears. They knotted into wet, warm, throbbing braids and slithered inside.

The sensations rushed into his head, mingling with the now deafening roar of his own circulating blood.

They hadn't travelled very far, or at least, they didn't feel that way. And yet, Kolt's body suddenly felt paralysed, his fingers and toes curling into claw-shapes, his arms and legs twitching with micro-convulsions.

The tendrils' invasion had a politeness to it. A gentleness. They slid through the canals with a surgical care. Kolt could picture where they were going. There was still fear. Fear for what they were about to do to him, and his mind...

But as they made contact with the inside of his head, they handled his mind carefully, cradling it with perfect awareness of its sensitivity and fragility.

The braids un-knotted and the tongue tips explored, coiling and resting in every groove and fold of his mind. The feeling was ecstatic and orgasmic. A blooming of relaxation and bliss, the sort of intense release of endorphins that caused an instant, life-long addiction. In an instant, one blissful instant, his addiction had arrived.

The beak felt soft against Kolt's face. It melted back into the nucleus of the creature, which slowly divided in half. Each half followed the tongues towards Kolt's ears, and slid inside to take up space inside him.

His brain felt like it was floating. And by extension, his whole body. The sensation was like being in a sensory deprivation tank - no extraneous thoughts or stimuli could reach him, and he was left floating in total, absolute nothingness. His twitching had stilled. His eyes stared up at nothing - too absorbed in the pleasure to see. His chest rose and fell slowly, almost as though he was asleep. In a sense, he was. His entire awareness and consciousness was locked inside his mind - kept there, safe, by the new resident in his head.

He heard Song's voice.

Can you hear me?

It sounded like he was right there with Kolt, his beak at the fox's ear. His left... no, his right, no, both at once, the twin voices meeting in the middle of his head.

_You don't need to speak, love. I can tell you hear me. _

Kolt tried to choke out words, but he couldn't manage it, his body still paralysed.

I hope the gift isn't too uncomfortable. It took me a while to figure out how to send a piece of me to you. I was afraid I wouldn't survive the journey. But... I did, it seems. I guess I'm resilient enough...

"What..." Kolt managed to croak.

_Shhshhshh. Questions might hurt you. Don't speak, my love. Just let me... see inside you. _

Kolt felt a strange stroking sensation - something pushing and brushing through his memories. Like a finger wiping condensation off a windowpane, or a tongue tasting an ice-cream. His memories had a strange texture to them.

Oh. Oh my goodness. Oh... you're special. You're very special, I didn't even know... how long were you hiding this from me?"

"Suh...orry..." Kolts hips bucked and he twitched again.

No, no, please, don't be. It's all right. I'm glad I revealed myself to you like this, now. You might have told someone, the wrong person about me. All of me. I don't want to make any of myself known to you, not yet. That's why I've been so far away... light years.

I was so afraid to share myself with you. I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it. But... I feel you.

The amniotic blob hugged Kolt's brain, and by extension, every atom of his being.

You feel me, too. This is a far better connection than anything we had before, isn't it? No more lag, no more breaking-up. You hear me crystal clear, and I feel you like you're here with me. There's no distance between us... and we can be together.

I'm coming, Kolt. I'll be there in a few of your days. Just wait for me, right here, okay?

"Nnunhn...?"

Thank you. I love you so much. I'm on my way... Oh! What am I talking about?

That laugh in Kolt's head was so sweet.

I'm here with you. There's no need to worry about that. We're already together. So I can keep you company the whole time. Until I see you at last...

And we can truly be together.

-

Song would not leave Kolt in silence for even a moment. Kolt didn't want to be alone, anyway. Kolt didn't spend the whole time lying in his bed. Song reminded him to stretch, and drink water, and take off his superhero outfit before going out, so as not to arouse suspicion. No one was any the wiser - Song knew him inside and out, and knew how to remind him how to behave like himself. Kolt was in a constant haze of pleasure, and he was thankful to be told what to say, and how to act.

Song arrived at night.

Come out to the roof, my love, Song said. He sounded so close to Kolt now, closer than he ever had before. The fox scampered out of his apartment, straight for the fire escape, ignoring the alarm that was set off as he hurried up to the roof of his building.

He saw the pulsating light even from several floors down. He practically fell onto all fours as he sprinted up the metallic, spiralling steps.

Don't run so fast! _It's okay! _

Kolt didn't want to slow down, but he knew his love knew what was best for him. He slowed his pace, but his heart continued to race with excitement. The tight hug around his head grew tighter, more affirming as he reached the top.

When he took the first step onto the concrete roof, his paw didn't touch the surface, it hovered an inch above

His next step was a couple inches higher than that.

And the next, and the next...

Just let it happen, love. Just float.

The sensation of being pulled upwards felt so much like the constant floating pleasure in his head. He couldn't make sense of the light above him, or the pulsating mass above.

The texture of the giant boulder of fluid felt so familiar to him. It became less tensile than the initial visitor he'd had, and he was pulled through the surface and inside it.

He was embraced almost immediately. Tentacles and tongues enfolding his body, familiar-feeling beaks leaving kisses all over his flesh.

Shapes and textures and sounds that were not of this world surrounded him, sensations that his primitive carbon-based mind could barely comprehend.

He was flooded with intense, primal emotion - not fear, but bliss.

You've made it. You're here.

Kolt smiled up into the many faces and bodies of his lover. All of them shifting shapes, all of them glimmering with the same colours of his 'plumage'. Some of them collided together, gradually forming arms, legs, a torso... the texture of downy, fluffy plumage.

The Bird-Song stretched out his arms towards Kolt, beckoning him closer. Not that Kolt had much control, content to float in paralytic pleasure, directly towards the lure that Song had created just for him.

I know this is a lot to take in, my love... I know there's so many of me to meet... but I know you'll come to love each and every one of me.

The Bird-Song kissed Kolt. He wrapped his arms around him. The rest of the Song-Hive breathed with him as they kissed, rushing against and away from him like crashing waves.

Kolt did not even notice when the Song-Hive took him away from the earth and its atmosphere. It didn't matter to him any longer.

It didn't matter where he was, as long as he was with Song.

No distance anymore, my love. We are one.

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